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Compliments of WILLIAM DEVLIN Meats & Groceries HAYDENVILLE. MASS. Compliments of THE HAYDENVILLE BUTTON CO. Compliments of POWERS FARM Guernsey Milk and Cream Compliments of G. M. BRADFORD Try Our Purina Chows Best for hens, pigs, horses and cows. Cleaned Grain and Once You Try None else will do, you 11 always buy. H. G. HILL CO. JOHN H. GRAHAM Ice and Coal Telephone Connection Compliments of WILLIAMSBURG GROCERY CO. Compliments of P. H. McVOY Blacksmith and Jobber Compliments of THE BOY SCOUTS We are starting to build. Compliments of FREDERICK LaVALLEY GRAVES GARAGE Sales and Service NASH Cars & Trucks FORD Cars, Trucks, Tractors Accessories R. A. WARNER Truckini and General Express 1 '£ A R M)'sch True To His Colors The army was camped in the south- ern hills of France, and Jimmy was doing sentinel duty. The night was close and oppressive, and the hoarse voices of the frogs came in an never ending chorus to his ears. Suddenly he heard a faint sound in the bush behind him, but not even by the twitching of a muscle did he show he had heard it. He seemed always absorbed in contemplation of the sleep- ing camp. A thousand plans rushed to his mind, only to be rejected. Oh! how his head throbbed and his pulses beat. There was a click, a shot rang out and was followed by a struggle in the brush. A body fell to the ground, and then Jimmy fell fainting with an ugly wound in his side. After what seemed to be years and years to Jimmy, he regained conscious- ness; he seemed to have been at home, a boy again, bare, brown footed, hunt- ing birds' nests and fishing in the long, winding, narrow river, and then again, he remembered saying "good-bye" to Betty, his golden haired, blue-eyed sweetheart. But Jimmy was a good soldier and remembered his duty for he realized death was near. He was not afraid to die, but life was sweet, and there was Betty. Climbing painfully to the tallest brush, he cut a crotched stick about six feet tall, crawled back, and in the open space drove it into the ground with his remaining strength. He stopped for a moment exhausted, but dared not rest long. He picked up his gun, placed it in the crotched part, put his cap on the very top, with his scarlet scarf below. Then he buttoned his army coat around the post, and hav- ing buttoned the last button sank back with a sigh, half relief, half agony — dead. But an immovable sentinel still ap- peared to guard the sleeping camp. Margaret Trainor, '23. The Fairies' Touch Dorothy Brown had just moved into the country with her parents. As she had always lived in a crowd- ed city, she thought she could never live long enough to get acquainted with all the beauties around her. Just now she was watching the fairies on a beautiful May morning. She had read of fairies, but, of course she had never thought that they could be real. And now she was looking right at them. What were they doing? Why ! there they were, thousands of them, all busily painting. Not painting their faces, nor stiff looking pictures on THE TATTLER paper, but they were actually painting the leaves and flowers. And as each blade of grass came out that warm morning, instantly there was a little fairy ready with her paint brush, who gracefully splashed each blade with green. There were thousands of them, too, in the maple tree. Some of them were painting the tiny leaves green; while others were putting on a tinge of red or yellow. And how artistically they did it all! Dorothy tried to find mistakes but it was all just right. And then what did she see right be- side her? "Why, it was the tiniest little creature, who came over to the buds that just started on the apple-tree, and dropped a little of the pretty pink from her brush onto each petal. Then over them all she poured the sweetest per- fume ! Dorothy watched breathlessly, that she might not frighten her until she had learned the secret of the fragant blos- soms. Just then she heard a bird that had started his morning song, but as she moved her head to see him, she thought she heard her own name. And sure e- nough, it was her mother saying, "Dor- athy, it is time to get up now." But her dream did not fade. Instead, it was more real as she went to the win- dow and saw every thing just as the fairies had left it. Viola Torrey, '23. How Curiosity Killed the Cat "Kuriosity Kilt a Kat," at least so says Sam Perkins and other comic cha- racters; and you think it when you wish to tell someone to mind his busi- ness in a polite manner. But did you ever think of how the phrase originat- ed? Probably not, for you have utter- ed it on the impulse, and immediately forgotten it. But how did it originate? Was it a Kilkenny, Angora, Three-colored or Bob cat? Well, we will illustrate by a cat of the World War fields, and let her mate tell the story. "I used to live with Pierre Francois, a French farmer. He gave me plenty of milk and often some meat ; and I was well contented with my lot. But he went away, and I never saw him a- gain; and his son fed me for quite a while. But one day, a band of men, all dressed alike, came to the house, and when they left, Robert and his mother lay quietly on the floor. I purred and rubbed against them but they did not stir, so I went out to the barn. To my surprise all the cows were gone. I staid around there for some time, living on any-thing I could eat. But after a while food became so scarce that I went away. I came across some other cats, all gaunt and lean, who travelled to- gether for food — ,though little was found. We even had to attack men, we were so hungry ; though we seldom got one as they had some thing which spat fire worse than "Kit the Great," who was my wife and helpmate. Alas, poor Kit ! such a darling she was even in her old coat, with her poor gaunt blanks. One day. Kit and I saw some men go into a house and we decided to attack them as they came out. We hid in the bushes, and waited some time for them to reappear. As they came out, one stayed to put a small round object on the top step, and Kit with her woman's THE TATTLER natural curiosity had to watch. So the rest of the men went by before she real- ized what had happened, and we lost our dinner. 1 intended to immediately follow this man, but again Kit's curiosity interven- ed, and I knew enough about her temp- er not to interfere. She went up to the object on the step and began to pat and roll it. Instantly there came an explo- sion and I never saw Kit again. But one day, I found her tail which I kept for a couple days for remembrance, but at last hunger over came sentiment and nothing was left of poor Kit." So that is how curiosity not only made her lose her dinner, but also killed the cat. D. E. Hoxie, '25. Commenting — Uncle Joe. Now May glides on ter June, Boys an' goils go out ter spoon, Jus' az' dusk begins ter low'r, — If there's a moon, ther'U sure be more. Together at a long-a 'pinted spot. I'd be embarassed, but 'tis easy like az' not, — But then I'm old, an' gitting older, N 'ar wz ' bold, an ' won 't be bolder ; But jus' the same, I bet it's fun Ta go out walking, when the day is done. I'd like ter go jus' once — yit — well — I wouldn 't, Fer ta put ma' arm around 'em, — I — I jus' couldn't. There now, I got my breath again, I wish I had the courage o' lot a' men, Fer it mus' ta be a super-gorgeous thing, Ta be walking with a goil, an' hear the boidies sing. So every time a couple pas ' the farm, I prefer ta look at Cupid, than at the harm, "Fer nothing's bad but thinkin' makes it so," Az' ole Bill Shakespeare use ta' say ya' know. But now, I think the morrow '11 bring us rain, I ough'ta git my 'taters in jus' the same. J. H. Breguet, '23. Spirits Mother's in the kitchen, washing out the bottles; Sis is in the pantry putting in the stoppers ; Father's in the cellar mixing up the hops; Johnny's on the front porch, watching for the cops. Eleanor Mansfield, '24. My Muse Seated one day by a river. My thoughts went rambling on ; I sat in a bit of darkness. Selfish, downhearted, alone. Did you ever see, as you have mused, The world in gray or blue ? And suddenly find in your better mind, A beautiful roseate hue? I did, and the wonderful afterglow A beautiful thing has meant ; For it taught me, in my humble sphere, The beauty of present content. Hazel Holden, '25. THE TATTLER A La Mode Old King Tut lay in his tomb For many many years, All around him spread the gloom Where he was laid with tears. Heaped about him lay his treasures — Chairs and cours of gold Golf clubs, cards, and all his pleasures- No one knows how old. Till one day up on his sleep There burst an English man. 'Twas enough to make Tut weep For at once a stir began. The paper men ran to and fro To tell this wondrous find, Our great country was all aglow; The news filled every mind. And now Tut here and now Tut there, Is all we hear today, All Tut anck amen things to wear King Tut is all the say. Flora Manwell, '24. The Autobiography of a Pine Tree I stand at the top of a wooded hill over-looking a serene and peaceful val- ley called Williamsburg. I am old, very old indeed. There is a scar on my side from a British bullet from the times we were at war in the eighteenth century. I am so old that no one can remember my history except myself. Iwas planted by a wolf that ran along this ridge. He had been lying on a bed of pine cones, and I clung to his shaggy coat. I fell off here and began to grow. My long roots, which have aided me in my growth, reach deep into the fertile soil. I well re- member my early days. A family of foxes lived among my roots then. Each day the fox cubs romped in the sun- shine. One day two men came and killed them. Both men inspected me and one said as they turned to go down the mountain, "That will be a fine tree in our grandchildren's time". Soon some birds came and lived among my branches, and sang their sweet morn- ing carols to me. Then a chipmunk was added to my list of tenants. One pleasant afternoon I noticed a great stir in the valley. I realized that a new homestead was being erected in that tiny hamlet. Many nights have I anxiously watched some dark, stealthy figures hovering around the little groups of homesteads, and sometimes a glaring blaze would dart to the heav- ens. I have watched that hamlet grow, and have gloried in it. Each new colonial home was a source of joy ta me as well as to its owner. T knew that the town had grown rapidly. I recollect well the erection of the churches and the high school, of which T could obtain a fine view from my lofty perch. I remember the Pageant, too. How well it was enacted! Vivid pictures of the olden days — the danger, the toil, and its reward, living once again in my village. I thrilled with pride to view the spirit of my com- munity. As I grew, school children gathered for their picnics under my branches ; a young lady came and as a momento she carried away several creditable daubs of my sticky pitch. And an au- thoress often used to lift her hand to caress me as she wrote. "Verses to the Stately Pine" which I considered THE TATTLER silly rubbish. But I long to have her come again. Now I am left alone. Here I stand, where God placed me, musing and planning for that beautiful village in the valley, which I have watched and loved for so many generations. Hazel E. Holden, '25. Outlines of History I have often tried to play baseball but never had much luck, so when Mr. Johnson told me that I might become a member of the 3rd team, I followed each game carefully. One day, Bisbee and Kellogg having been knocked out, I was put in. Prom that experience came the in- spiration for this confession : I found myself at the homeplate, Decidedly ill at ease. My ball-bat wobbled perceptibly, But did not out-do my knees. The umpire meanwhile called "Two strikes ' ' And then he called a "Ball!" But the next one was so sudden That I didn't see it at all. But I swung in desperation, And hit it too, by heck ! I started to run, but returned again At my fellows' call and beck, For 'twas a foul ball — and that is all, Except — I saved my neck. David Hoxie, '25. The Robin she flew, each time circling around a small apple tree, in which was her nest. It was a bird that I knew well, for she had built her nest in this same tree for two or three years. In my spare time I had often watched her flying about here and there for material with which to build her nest. Although this was dull sport for me, it passed away the time. On going to the tree I found my pet kitten about to seize one of the baby birds from the nest. I was very angry at seeing this but controlled myself. I took her to the house and fed her enough milk to keep her from getting hungry right away. Then I went back to the nest where I found that one of the birds, the one which, I thought, the kitten had selected for her morning breakfast, was dead. I took her care- fully in my cap and underneath this tree started my burial grounds for dumb animals. Then I selected some small boards and built a bird house with a door not large enough to admit bird catchers. Having secured peace at last I began to think of the time I was half an hour late on reaching my work, and so, was discharged. This did not bother me much, for on leaving the shop, I board- ed a street car and soon got work at the "Dumb Animals' Society" and am drawing good pay. The Robin has moved her nest and is now living in "the house that Dick built." Richard Bissell, '26. Little John and the Tortoise One morning as I was on my way to work, I saw a robin flying about in great agitation. In and out of the barn Little John was in the big oak tree in the woods playing the game of make- believe. 8 THE TATTLER Suddenly there was a crash in the bushes but it was only the woodman carrying a big turtle which hung by its teeth to an axe handle. Little John was afraid of the turtle, but the woodman said he would tell him a story. Here it is: A long time ago there weren't any divisions of animals but they were all like lizards, and were midway between them and frogs. Old Mother Nature was sloshing around in her hip boots one day and every time she 'd step on a lizard down she would go "plop" into the water. So she rushed back to her house and tooted her horn. This horn was a shell all twisted and turned out of shape. When she sounded it, all the animals rushed to her. This time she gave them wings, arms, claws, legs and all kinds of twisted necks and tails. Old Mother Nature was getting ready to lock up her store- house when she saw a lizard leaving on the foot-scraper. "What's the matter with you?" she said. He answered with a yawn. "I! I'm just-ahhh-resting ! " "Well wake up and pick out some- thing." "You do it for me. I'm too tired to fly, I 'd rather rest than eat, and if you gave me legs I couldn't rest and run at the same time and I don't like to dig." " I '11 fix you. ' ' She stood and looked at him for a while. ' ' Come along, ' ' she said and grabbed him by the neck. She took him into the house and placed him between two tin pot covers and soldered them to- gether. His neck wasn't quite long enough so she cut off his head, attached a piece of rubber hose and then glued his head back on. "There" said the woodman to little John, "Now you know the story of how the tortoise got his house, and headlights ; and how he got that rubber neck that he can pull into his house whenever he gets to pokin' it into oth- er people's business too much." Edward Foster, 25. My Study Men may have their studies Among old musty books, But the place I have my study is Made up of little brooks. Yes ! my study is the river fair, With flowers, trees, skies reflected there. Nature real and reflected blended, By soothing winds to Nature lended. J. H. Breguet, '23. Wouldn't it Seem Queer If: 1. Francis Manwell began a recita- tion without saying ' ' Why — a. ' ' 2. Gerald Rood would go to the board without writing G. V. R. 3. Gerald Aldrieh came to school five days in a week. 4. Donna Emrick came to school without her comb. 5. Charles Watling didn't borrow any ear-tickets. THE TATTLEE 9 EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOE-IN-CHIEF Catherine Burke, '23 ASSISTANT EDITOES Anita Smith, '24 Francis Manwell, '24 Edward Schuler, '24 ASSOCIATE EDITORS School Notes, Margaret Trainer, '23 Athletics, Louis Black, '23 Jokes, Bartley Gordon, '23 Alumni, Helena Breguet, '23 BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager, John Breguet, '23 Assistant Business Managers Eleanor Mansfield, '24 Wenonah Webb, '24 Assistants. Charles Watling, '24 Eobert Smiley, '25 Victoria Stempkowski, '26 Treasurer, Chester Stempkowski, '23 Faculty Adviser Anne T. Dunphy, Principal. EDITORIALS With the appearance of this book (or Year Book) the class of 1923 hopes to bring into existence a custom at W. H. S. which is now natiou-wide. While we lay no claim to the innovation of a school book at W. H. S., we hope that we will be successful enough to arouse among the following classes interest enough to perpetuate the custom. In as much as our circulation and re- sources are limited, we have been forced to be satisfied with a very small beginning of what we trust will become a very important undertaking in years to come. How well we have succeeded under these limitations will be for you to decide, gentle reader, and may your judgment be tempered with kindness. completion of our course, the world would lie before us. Now that we have reached that summit we find that while we have learned many, many things, there is still much more to learn. Along every rocky trail, some roses will be found, even though at times they may be protected by sharp thorns : so too, along our paths of study, we have en- joyed many pleasant times and so we hope to do. May the pleasant memories cling to us who are on the threshold of life, wondering what the future holds for us. Catherine Burke, '23. We, the class of '23 have reached the heights of four years of toil. When starting out, we imagined that with the The Debating Society The students of the Williamsburg High School, having in mind, the in- terest of their Alma Mater have united their efforts in the progress of their Debating Society. The members of the Junior and Senior classes alone are eligible for this society yearly. The officers of the society for the year 1923 are as follows : President, Barthy Gordon ; Vice-President, Alice Graves ; Secretary and Treasurer, Fran- cis Manwell. The members of the ex- ecutive committee are John Breguet, Catherine Burk and Anita Smith. The purpose of this society is to pro- mote and practice the use of better English, to promote clear and accurate thinking ; ability for repartee and facil- ity in public speaking. On account of the recent establish- ment of the society, there has not been extensive activity in regard to it, al- though we have had one good debate, the question under consideration being, "Resolved: That voters should be in dependent of political parties." 10 THE TATTLER In spite of the fact that a great deal has not been accomplished thus far, we sincerely hope that we have started a society that will knit more closely the attitude of the students toward, and their interest in school affairs. It should increase school spirit, arouse en- thusiasm and produce the results for which the society has been established and for which it will endlessly strive. Bartley Gordon, '23. School Spirit School spirit? Oh yes, of course. And we shrug our shoulders with an I-know-all-about-that air and pass on to something else. But do we really know and feel this indefinable principle of our school life and success? Do we have that love and devotion to our Alma Mater which makes us give our best efforts in her behalf? And do we appreciate her gifts to us? With it we are spurred on to work for the honor of our school — to do our share toward making it excel all others. This is a general idea of the much- talked of subject. It can be shown in many particular ways. We can "get out" for games and encourage our teams. The right attitude tolerates no knockers, a mod- ern brand of destructive critics. A very small portion of criticism is allowable with a good share of encouragement and effort. We want to help our teams to win, or losing to help them stand the loss. Athletics however offers but one of the many ways by which we may test our loyalty. The main purpose of our school life, found on the winding (and sometimes rocky) road of knowledge gives us an excellent opportunity to show "of what we are." The right attitude makes a desire for the uphold- ing a high standard of scholarship, urges us on to work for the honor of our school. The spirit of cooperation, work, and love for our Alma Mater — this is school spirit. Let us take counsel. Shall we shrug our shoulders and pass on? Francis Manwell, '24. SCHOOL NOTES In the later part of September the Girls' Athletic Association went on a hike to Goshen, the Land of Plenty. This term, the Land of Plenty, usually means plenty of chicken dinners at the Goshen Hotel, but to the Girls ' Athletic Association it meant plenty of hot dogs and roasted marshmallows by the road- side. On Friday evening, October 20th, the upper classes tendered the "freshies" a reception at the school hall. The usual stunts were performed upon the "freshies", who took their medicine in good spirit. They were highly repaid for their entertainment with refresh- ments of ice cream and cake. Dancing finished the evening's entertainment. Two members of our faculty were among the missing at this reception. One of them, we later heard, came the nearest to matrimony that one ever can come without really taking the oath himself. We wish to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Johnson for the holiday in "Math" which he so kindly made pos- THE TATTLER 11 sible for us by failing to make liis ap- pearance one Monday in November. An end was put to our worries over his welfare and whereabouts, when at three o'clock he rushed wildly down the street and into the building. His pres- ence among us once more surely was a source of pleasure to all. During the basketball season the boys' and girls' basketball teams and a number of fans enjoyed a truck ride to Ashfield. Their ardor, however, was not the least bit dampened by two defeats, which was so well proved by the spirit of merriment and happiness that prevailed in the truck on the homeward trip. The custom of having Friday morn- ing assembly exercises has been estab- lished in the school this year. These exercises are under the supervision of Miss Merrifield. No winter is complete without a sleigh ride. With this in mind a num- ber of the Juniors and Seniors, with some of the faculty and Alumni, planned a sleigh ride to Goshen. After partaking of a delicious supper of hot dogs and beans all repaired to the dance hall where the greatest part of the evening's entertainment was held. The party, much to the sorrcfev of all, had to break up and return to Burgy all too soon. Each and every one de- clared that he had had, this night, one of the best times of his life. With the arrival of spring some of our boys began to show their skill as chauffeurs. Ed. Schuler, Dick Breck- inridge, and Bill Purrington, in turn, received licenses. Since then these boys have risen in the estimation of some of our fair young ladies. As a part of the Civics course, the Sophomore and Junior classes, under the direction of Miss Toole, prepared a trial. This trial took place at the school hall on Friday afternoon, April 6th. The defendant, his lawyer and witnesses were members of the Junior class. The district attorney and the witnesses for the Commonwealth were members of the Sophomore class. The judge and jury were selected from the Senior class. The indictment was "Making and passing counterfeit money." The jury was unable to come to an agreement, so the vote stood seven to five in favor of the Common- wealth. The trial was such a success that the classes were requested to re- peat it publicly. It was repeated on Monday evening, April 23rd, much to the pleasure and appreciation of the public. Many members of our school deemed it wise to be on the sick list this spring, thereby enjoying an extra va- cation. The prevalent diseases were scarlet fever, mumps, and typhoid fever. The Senior class president and Senior vice-president both had the mis- fortune to be ill at the same time, one with scarlet fever, the other with mumps. The biggest event of the year, as usual, was the Junior-Senior Prom- enade, held on May 11th. Contrary to other years the attendance was limited to the members of the two classes and one guest each. The usual amount of dancing was indulged in. Music was furnished by Miller's orchestra of Northampton. The Debating Society, composed of members of the Junior and Senior classes, had a formal debate on Friday, June 1st. The subject of the debate was : Resolved that voters should be independent of political parties. The affirmative arguments were put forth by Charles Roberge, Alma Graves, and 12 THE TATTLER Wennonah Webb. The negative was upheld by Francis Manwell, Lyndal Cranson, and Edward Schuler. The judges were the remaining members of the two classes. The decision was made in favor of the negative. This spring the Seniors, desirous of adding to their class fund, held a dance in the town hall. An unusual crowd attended and the sum of twenty dol- lars was realized. Two of our most ambitious young men, Edward Schuler and Charles Ro- berge, have accepted positions to con- sume some of their leisure time out- side of school. The former has accept- ed a position at E. V. Dunphy's store in Haydenville ; the latter has accepted a similar position at T. M. Carter's store in Williamsburg. Now we un- derstand why some of the girls have acquired such a taste for candy and ice cream. Throughout the year the Seniors have sold candy to members of the school at recess, noon time, and after school. The money thus earned has been added to the class fund. This candy selling has swelled the fund very favorably and the Seniors intend to use this money to good advantage for the benefit of the school. Gerald Aldrich attended school May 25. This year for the first time, the Washington Franklin medal has been awarded for excellency in the study of United States History. The member of the Senior class who received the medal this year was Lewis Black. Another custom which has been start- ed by the class of '23 is the presenta- tion of a class gift to their Alma Mater. This gift presented this year was a pic- ture of "The Reading From Homer." Commencement exercises take place June 26th, 27th, and 28th. These ex- ercises conclude a happy and success- ful school year for the members of Burgy High School. Alumni reunion will be held on Fri- day evening, June 29th. It is the most ardent desire of the executive commit- tee that all the alumni make a special effort to be present at the reunion this year. CLASS ROLL A. B. College Course : Catherine Burke* Bartley Gordon* Chester Stempkowski Minnie Stetson Helen Tetro General Course: Annie Bates Lewis Black* Helena Breguet John Breguet* Lyndal Cranson* Marion Graham Beatrice Miller Anna Patterson Charles Roberge* Viola Torrey Margaret Trainor* Pupils belonging to the Honor Group. The following members have a part in the Graduation Exercises : Address of Welcome, John Breguet Class History, Margaret Trainor Class Prophecy, Minnie Stetson Prophecy on Prophetess, Helen Tetro Class Oration, Bartley Gordon Class Will, Lewis Black Farewell Address, Lyndal Cranson THE TATTLER 13 CS)'%:b After a two year period, the Athletic interest in the high school has re- awakened. This year may be termed a sacrifice. The boys had not been having teams for a year or two. Many of them had never before taken part in Athletics. Nevertheless, due to Mr. Johnson's fine coaching, before the sea- son ended, they were players of whom we could be proud. This spirit was exemplified by the work of some four or five faithful ones, who entertained no hope of making the team, loyally turned out at every practice to help the first team. In this connection, we also wish to give a word of praise to so many of the girls who regularly at- tended the games and cheered the play- ers on to greater effort. Nor was this the only way in which the girls showed their fine sporting spirit. Their season was, to say the least, very successful. The basketball team whose members were, Anita Smith, Helena Breguet, Margaret Trainor, Marion Graham and Cather- ine Burke, won two games from Hat- field and one from Ashfield and lost one to Ashfield. The boys' team although not success- ful in one sense of the word, were a decided success in the truest and real purpose of athletic competition. A policy of clean athletics cleanly played was strictly adhered to. Until the final whistle blew not one would ease in the slightest, his best endeavor to win. The younger boys caught this spirit. An atmosphere of "do something for Burgy" rapidly developing, next year a team will go onto the floor with a confidence borne alike of greater school spirit and the remembrance of this year's hard fought battles. Material prospects for next year are bright. In basketball Schuler, captain of this season remains to lead the team again. With him, there are sever: other veterans, including Foster, Rood, Goodwin, and Purrington. With this nucleus to build upon, Burgy can and will turn out a winning team by hard practice and support of the school. The spirit of the basketball season lasted throughout the baseball season. Games were played with Ashfield and Belchertown. The latter was given stubborn opposition in the last game. 14 THE TATTLER Stempkowski pitching for W. H. S. showed fine form and held Belchertown to p.ix runs against the five of W. H. S. A sad accident occurred in this game. Catcher Roberge of W. H. S. collided with a base-runner of Belch- ertown. Roberge was taken to the doctor who pronounced that his nose was not broken "but badly bent." Next year, let us resolve to turn on to practice, support the teams and fight for Burgy, then we can surely sing "Our Boys Will Shine." ALUMNI NOTES Class of 1922. Mildred Atherton, school teacher. Mountain Street. Mildred Ball, nurse, Dickinson Hos- pital. Margaret Burke, New Rochelle Col- lege. Alice Damon, Bay Path Institute, Springfield. Rowena Damon, Westfield Normal School. Gertrude Goodwin, nurse, Dickinson Hospital. Mildred Heath, Bay Path Institute, Springfield. Helen Nash, at home. Edith Nichols, school teacher, Mon- son. Other members of the alumni who are at present studying elsewhere : Helen Benoit, '21, Amherst Agricul- tural College. Robert Brown, '21, University of Illi- nois. Wilfred Graves, '21, Amherst Col- lege. Bernard Mansfield, '21, Catholic Uni- versity, Washington, D. C. Richard Smith, '21, Boston Univer- sity. Members of alumni who are being graduated this year: Raymond Burke, '19, Holy Cross College. Elizabeth Dunphy, '20, North Adams Normal School. Clifford Loomis, '20, New England Conservatory of Music. Gladys Miller, '19, New England Conservatory of Music. Helena Breguet, '23. Recollections. Recollections now are coming Of our classmates staunch and true, As I think and dwell upon it, I am taken back with you, — Back to hours we spent together With our teachers ever keen To instruct us in life's lessons, And in vain it has not been. For since then, with paths diverging. Thoughts of them will come anew, Thoughts of noble aspirations, Purpose strong and lofty, too. For those noble aspirations AVere to us an upward guide; If we ever keep them foremost, We shall safely cross the tide. May they find, with firm endeavor, For the right we ever stand, Ever loyal to each other, Till we reach the Fatherland. Mrs. Carrie N. Graves. THE TATTLER 15 VALE One of the saddening features at the close of each school year is the fare- well to the graduating class. It is with real sorrow that we say adieu to the splendid class of 1923. They have been an example and an inspiration to all the younger classes and have been very helpful in the various school ac- tivities of their four years' stay. Three of the boys showed marked ability on the basketball floor and four of the girls helped to bring the girls' team to victory many times. We shall certainly miss their dignified presence and cheery faces in the halls and on the stairs. We shall miss their voices in the music period and in short we shall miss them everywhere. Once more we say fare- well and we shall watch with interest the progress, and hope for the success of each and every member of this class. Flora Manwell. SNAPS Why Should! It? Mr. Johnson (addressing Buehman) : 'Are you living?" Buckman : "It makes no difference. ' ' What Would Happen If: Any one day, we had a perfect Latin lesson. Charles Eoberge read without substi- tuting for the words in the book. No one was on afternoon session list. Miss Merrifield to Bisbee during English class: "What does 'collier' mean?" Bisbee: "Silence." Miss M.: "Man or woman?" Bisbee: "Man." Did You Say History? When Fred LaValley was asked where he received all his knowledge of American History, he said from "the Pilot." Heard in English Class. Miss M. : "What does the word 'troth' mean?" Lester Damon: "Something we eat out of." One of our worthy Sophomores was told that he wouldn't show his ignor- ance so much if he kept his mouth shut. Heard* in Room 2 Miss T. : "What does the word 'olympus' mean?" Fred Field: "It is a theatre in Boston." A Brilliant Answer Miss Dunphy: "What is the fem- inine of 'merchant'?" Fred Field: "Merchandise."" A New Kind of Mathematics. Mr. Johnson: "How much is three times three?" Gordon: "Six." Mr. Johnson: "Yes, that's right." We Don't Doubt It! Miss Toole (addressing Buckman) : 'Are you present?" Buckman: "I don't know." Lost His Sense of Direction. Bartley Gordon was hurrying to catch the 2 :45 car from school. In his excitement he took the wrong door and found himself in the basement. Maybe he thought he was going home on a subway. Question: What girl in the Sopho- more Class reminds you of what an artist does? Answer : Dobbs. Question: When Lewis Black asked Daisy if he might see her home, what did she say? Answer : Wait. Question: Why can't the Class of '25 he beaten? Answer: Because of its fast P"'ords, that is, its Lizzies. Question: What girl's name in this school reminds you of a small fish? Answer : Minnie. Question: Why does Theresa's name remind you of pre-prohibition days? Answer: Because it's ry-an'. (Ryan). Question: Why are Wenonah's feet like those of a duck? Answer: Because they are Webbed. (Wenonah Webb.) 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